Lugaw

While I tend to take street photos with people in them, there's no absolute rule that requires people to be in the shot. Sometimes, I'd rather take photos of street food and just enjoy a food trip. Well, we did eat a lot of lugaw yesterday, didn't we?

Jo
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*Although not the place where we ate lugaw, this photo was still taken in Quezon City.

in these crowdless streets

And I for one have been shooting some street photos without people.



Is this street photography? Memories of that quintessential question "SP ba ito?" comes to mind again, as street photography they said, MUST have people in it.



Well, they are. Street photography that is. They just so happen not to include, uhm, people.

Jordan
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*Signage shadows for Mindanao and North Avenue
**Trees nestled in shadows at Centris

The Outdoors

Yes, people come and go, physically or otherwise. The only thing that seems to give me peace of mind in this ever-changing world is Nature -- where human pettiness, egos, and divisiveness seem so paltry and remote. Where little else matters except for humility and respect for life and the natural environment.

Jo
052012

exit

Speaking of doors, I'll soon be missing Jet's knocks at our door. Sharing with us his childhood experiences and stories, punctuating our adult lives with whims and fancies of youth today.

They being our neighbors was one of the things we factored when we decided to live here. But people come and go, and I speak only of physical distances.

jordan
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*Jet during one of his knock-knocks.

Light through doors and windows

Like the photo you posted, doors and windows fascinate me, maybe just as much as light does.

Somehow, it seems best not to shut out the world, but rather to keep the doors and windows of our mind open to enlightenment and more possibilities.

Jo
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doors

I hope you don't mind, but I'll go literal on my reply to your spaces in between.

It's the only thing I can muster to your very perceptive post.

jordan
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*reflection of a saleslady on a glass door.

The spaces in between

I was with you the night you took that photo on the way home to our apartment. It's interesting how so many of our photos are taken during those times in between places, when we are traveling or commuting with a heightened sense of seeing and alertness.

Whether or not such photos -- of the times and spaces in between -- can be deemed documentary or street or whatever label, I'd like to consider them simply as they are: images that speak to a subjective point of view, when one's eye, mind, and heart compel one to click the shutter. Images that not only present a reality at that moment, but also reveal something about the image-maker, particularly how s/he makes sense (or not) of the chaos in the world around us. Images that say something, even if not apparent right away.

I have a set of photos that, to me, speak to the spaces in between. Public, private, physical, historical, and emotional spaces which intersect or act as barriers. Finding that connection is part of an ongoing process for me, and maybe it helps to share these photos and see if they connect with others, like you.

Jo
051012

face value

I can figure out some here and there.

I see faces in the most surprising places, too.

Jordan
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*Tarpaulin with a celebrity's face adorning it, used to cover a carinderia cart along Mindanao Avenue.